I am a mother of two boys and avid reader; I practically live and breathe books. If I could sustain my life on just reading, I would live forever. I'm weird, and proud of it. I have traveled to many places: Mexico, St. Marteen, Prague, England, Cozumel, and Canada to name a few. Many moons ago I co-hosted "Welcome to Insanity" radio show on a micro radio station in TX- but our show was played via streaming internet in coffee houses in Amsterdam. I have a BA in theater. I used to be "the finder of lost things" but I think my last child robbed me of my gift. Now I just have a large collection of useless information... it goes with my growing mountain of "to be read" books

I love this series like fat kids love cake. I can't get enough! The ending of book 2 made my heart just melt.

Love, love, love!

He's won back Elyssa's heart and saved his Dad from rouge vampires; but just when Justin thinks he can ride off into the sunset on a white horse... Trouble literally comes knocking on his door... along with hellhounds.

Spawn relatives with their own agendas, vampires running amok, his father marked for death, and the football boys club breathing down his neck, it seemed there was no end to the kinds of monsters out to kill or capture him. It's almost enough to make him long for the days of man-boobs, Kings and Castles, and nerd status. With his 'impossible quest' list growing longer everyday, tracking down the deadliest assassin in the world may prove easier than winning the approval of Elyssa's parents.

With the clock ticking and dark forces on his heels, Justin gets a crash course into the mysteries and dangers of the Overworld. But with Elyssa by his side and his growing menagerie of friends, impossible odds suddenly seem possible again.

Takes off like a shot and never lets up. Dark Light of Mine left me weak in the knees and begging for book three. From the first chapter, it grabs you by the seat of your pants and thrusts you in the heart of the action while still giving small moments to "stop and smell the supernatural roses". And by the end, even my 'inner goddess' was fist pumping in the air and panting for more!

"What was it about women and crying that made me feel like crap? They must have guilt hormones."

"'Hop on my back if you want answers.' Did I really just say that?"

"I wanted to find a nice quiet spot, go to sleep, and dream about kittens."